My Wife Artinya Adalah Novels & Stories

she questioned when she noticed my background changed. “Yes, I’m outside. I am at the office of my hilaw na husband,” I replied in a sarcastic tone of my voice when I mentioned ‘my hilaw na husband’. I used tagalog word ‘hilaw na’ so, they won’t understand me even they can hear me. (Hilaw means fake) “I see. Is it beautiful there?” she asked again, and she took a look at my back. “Average,” I briefly answered, and I stood to go to the window to let her see the beautiful view since I am at the high floor.

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

Unwanted for twenty-two years Married and ignored for two years Switched at birth with her father's mistress's daughter, after her death, Aria was brought back to her real parents, only to become an unwanted adopted daughter in her own home. Maltreated and yearned to be loved, she endured in silence. When her family forces her into a business marriage, she accidentally finds out the truth about her identity; she escapes and falls into the hands of Dave Liam, a cold businessman who has stopped believing in love and the man she has secretly loved since college. Their contract marriage gives Aria a way out. Being his wife feels like a dream she is afraid to touch, but their marriage remains

He half yelled and Aiden’s gaze rested on me. “Play along” I said in my head and I wished he actually heard me. Our wolves could no longer connect, Arturo must have done something. “And as if that was not enough, you thought it was wise of you to come into my house and try to take my wife? How dare you?” “Wife?” Aiden scoffed, “I don’t remember handing my mate over to you as a wife. Don’t you dare call her you wife, you are only going to piss me off the more”

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

Despite that, I could not hide the dispirited look on my face. In contrast, Miranda had returned to her optimistic self. She was so happy that she looked like she was getting married. Suddenly, I recalled how we kept staring at our marriage certificate when we got married. We wanted to announce to the world that we were finally family. She held the marriage certificate to her chest and mumbled, as though she was making a wish, “Every day from now on, we’ll be happier than we are right now. My life with you begins now, and it’s going to be great.”

Susan said. “That's good, because I fell in love with you... Even though mediocre artists flirt with you with their horrible paintings.” “They're not horrible, they represent the structure of movement very well and the colors stand out because of the peculiarity of the brushstrokes...” The perplexed look on her future husband's face amused her greatly and she let out a laugh. “And now you're making fun of my ignorance... That's not nice, Susan.” “I'll teach you about art and you'll teach me about music,” she said, trying to make up for her outburst.